“Behold, Ladies and Gentlemen, the heart!”
The venerable doctor professor said, holding up
The bleeding heart in his hand, fresh,
Of the young man, dead, on the table.
“Now, I cut it laterally into two,
Observe the atrium, ventricles, aorta etc.”
The heart still throbbed, blood dripped,
And thought to itself;
How little these men know!
They see the chambers and think them
To be empty.
Empty they are now, but he,
My dead man would remember
The hopes, the dreams, the loves
He held in them not so long ago.
‘I am not just a piece of flesh and blood’,
Spoke the heart, aloud,
‘Do not think of me as just a functional utility.
I am, said great poets and thinkers
The seat of love sublime.
I break, when life crumbles
I beat louder and faster in happiness and anger
I ache when you are in pain’.
‘I ache when you are in pain
I ache when you are in pain’
Chorused the hearts in unison.
As the amazed venerable doctor professor
And the aspiring student doctors watched
Their hearts broke out through their mouths
Spouting blood in showers
Spreading across the floor
Where it sprouted roses red.
************** Balachandran V, Trivandrum 28-05-2009